And did you ever stop to think that im old enough to go to war but i aint old enough to drink.

Can't nobody touch me right now. Maybe next month all of this will be over. But this month I'm takin' every movin' target out.

This duo inside of me causes the perfect opportunity to live and learn twice as fast as those who choose to accept simplicity.

I only wrote one song in jail. But I'm writing new album - you're going to feel the entire 11 months of what I went through on this album. I'm venting my anger.

Strugglin' and striving, that's how the dough come.

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture bomb the hoochies wit' precision, my intentions to get richer.

How many niggas want to be involved, see I was only talking Biggie, but I'll kill all of y'all.